NTR: Barbarian Harem Conquest

Vessa’s smile was slow and confident.

”One night is all we’re asking for. What happens after that depends on how well you fuck us.”

Rina turned and started walking toward the lower barracks corridor, ash-blonde hair catching the torchlight.

Vessa waited only long enough to make sure Kane followed, then fell into step beside him.

The room they led him to was larger than Jenna’s, with two narrow beds pushed together and a single shuttered window.

Vessa bolted the door the moment it closed. Rina was already untying the wrap at her waist.

The fabric fell. Pale skin, high firm breasts, the triangle of ash-blonde hair between long thighs.

She watched him with assessing eyes while Vessa stepped in behind him and reached around to push the open shirt off his shoulders.

”Jenna talked,” Vessa murmured against the back of his neck.

”She said you don’t stop until the woman under you can’t move. We’re holding you to that.”

Kane turned.

He didn’t kiss either of them.

His hands went to Vessa’s solid waist and shoved the remaining wrap down her hips. Warm brown skin, breasts, the thick dark thatch between strong thighs.

Rina stepped in from the front, pale and leaner, already reaching for the front of his trousers.

Kane caught her wrist, moved it aside, and pushed the fabric down himself. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard.

Both women dropped to their knees at the same time.

Vessa took him first, mouth opening wide, swallowing as much of the length as she could in one greedy motion.

Rina leaned in from the side, tongue working the base and the heavy sac underneath while Vessa bobbed her head.

The wet sounds filled the room. Kane’s hand settled in Vessa’s dark braid and held her there, forcing her deeper until her throat convulsed around him.

She took it without pulling away. When he finally let her up for air, spit connected her lips to the head of his cock in a thick string.

Rina immediately took her place, pale lips stretching around him, ash-blonde hair falling forward as she sucked hard and fast.

”Switch.”

They did. Vessa’s broader mouth returned, more aggressive, one hand stroking what she couldn’t fit.

Rina’s fingers slid between her own thighs, rubbing in slow circles while she watched. Kane let them work for another minute, the wet heat of their mouths and the contrast of brown and pale skin on either side of his cock, then hauled both of them up by the hair.

He shoved Vessa face-down onto the joined beds first.

She caught herself on her hands and knees. Kane stepped in behind her, rubbed the slick head of his cock through the wetness already coating her cunt, and drove in to the hilt in one hard thrust.

Vessa’s back arched.

”Ohhh fuck...”

A guttural sound left her throat. Kane gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and fucked her without warm-up, the slap of his body against her ass loud in the small room.

plap-plap-plap...

Rina watched from the side, one hand still between her legs, pale fingers shiny.

Kane reached out, caught her by the wrist, and pulled her closer until she stood at the edge of the bed.

He pushed her hand away and replaced it with his own, two thick fingers shoving into her cunt while he kept pounding Vessa from behind.

”You wanted the night after Jenna,” he said, voice rough.

”Then you take it the way she did. No pacing. No mercy.”

Vessa pushed back to meet every thrust, heavy breasts swinging under her.

”Harder—fuck—just like that—”

Kane gave it to her.

He fucked her through her first orgasm without slowing, feeling the tight clamp of her cunt around him, then pulled out, spun her onto her back, and hooked her strong thighs over his arms.

He drove back in at a deeper angle, watching her face while he used her.

Vessa’s dark eyes stayed open, locked on him, mouth parted on every impact.

Rina climbed onto the bed beside them.

Kane pulled his fingers from her and shoved her down onto her back as well. He switched without ceremony, pulling out of Vessa, burying himself in Rina’s tighter, leaner body in one stroke.

Rina’s back bowed. A sharp cry left her.

”nnngh...”

Kane fucked her with the same brutal rhythm, one hand braced beside her head, the other reaching over to pinch and roll Vessa’s dark nipple hard enough to make the southern captain hiss.

He alternated between them.

Vessa first, deep and punishing, until her second orgasm left her thighs shaking.

Then Rina, longer strokes that made her pale skin flush pink across her chest and throat.

Every time one of them came, he switched, keeping both of them on the edge of overload.

He didn’t kiss either of them. He didn’t soften.

When Rina’s hands tried to pull him down into a kiss, he caught both wrists and pinned them above her head while he slammed into her harder.

”No,” he said flatly.

”You get fucked. That is all.”

Rina’s blue-grey eyes went glassy.

She nodded once, breath broken, and stopped trying.

Kane pulled out of her, flipped Vessa onto her stomach again, and shoved back into the southern captain’s cunt from behind.

One hand fisted in the braid, pulling her head back.

The other reached under to rub her clit in rough circles. Vessa came a third time with a loud, raw cry, body locking up under him.

Kane fucked her through it until the pulses faded, then pulled free and pushed Rina onto her hands and knees.

He entered her ass without warning.

Rina’s arms almost gave out.

”aahhh!”

A long, shaking moan left her throat as the head forced its way past the tight ring of muscle.

Kane sank deeper inch by inch until his hips pressed flush against her pale ass, then started thrusting.

He kept the pace steady and deep, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to work her clit.

Rina pushed back to meet him after the first few strokes, ash-blonde hair sticking to her sweat-damp neck.

”Take it,” Kane ordered.

”You ranked third. This is what third gets.”

Rina’s voice came out wrecked.

”Yes—fuck—don’t stop—”